“There had never been another choice. No choice at all. And long before they’d come close to a conclusion, long even before the question had a chance to divide them, the outside world had simply fallen silent.” The storyteller could feel the fine sand underneath her feet and the evening breeze in her hair. The […]
Tag: Ungagged Fiction
The Homecoming by Val Waldron
Amsterdam. October 2018 Gert hobbled the short distance from his large mahogany desk to the door of his workshop, the familiar sound […]
Winter Writing Competition Winner – The Forgotten
Our remit for the competition was; “We are open to stories from any genre, and any variation on the theme, just like with our podcast contributions. But, again like the podcast, we are more interested in stories with a political, utopian or dystopian edge, stories about society, and stories about mankind; who we are, who […]
MY 11-STEP INDUCTION INTO THE CULT OF CORBYN (PART 3)
THE GOLDEN DAWN; CAMDEN CHAOS-MAGICIANS; AND THE WINTER OF MILD DISCOMFORT By Stevedore McCormack (sic) STEP #8: MANCHURIAN CANDIDATES AND LOW-GRADE PATSIES Kenneth Pringle took a long drag on his cigarette, exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke and delivered his coup de grace: ‘I am now 100% certain that Stephen Kinnock is a mind-controlled asset. […]
MY INDUCTION INTO THE CULT OF CORBYN (Part 2)
by Stevedore McCormack (sic) Read Part One of the Cult of Corbyn Series here I have a confession: on marches and demos in the 80’s I never quite knew who I was listening to up on those makeshift stages. I often got confused between Dave Nellist and Jeremy Corbyn (I suppose in retrospect it must […]
The day of the Royal Baby Drop (An on the spot report)
We’ve been on the scramble for the scoop. The run down of just what happened in that fucking hospital. And they’ve closed ranks. Even the Middleton’s uncle Pauline wouldn’t say a bastard thing. Johnny and I absolutely barked questions at Witchell and plied the greasyshit with@_Ungagged‘s annual entertainments budget (a fucking tenner. There’s nothing entertaining […]
Tattooed
[CN: Nazi atrocities, revenge] Sandra Webster This story originally appeared in The University of Glasgow’s Creative Writing Showcase, issue 26 Gunter Hollinger had many regrets in his life. He had never married nor had children, he had seen little of the world apart from his corner of it. Now nearing the end of his life […]
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BLAKE’S WAKE
Corridors and doors; strip-lighting; more corridors; fast-walking, important walking. Blake was escorted at top-speed. Blake was on his way to see God. They led him into a bullet-shaped capsule then followed him in… Whoosh of doors. The windows were tinted thus Blake could not see out. He knew they were travelling at great speed […]
NoseBlind
Sara sat in the clinic. She looked at the pretend smiling faces and their intake of Breathe as they realised her class. She had grown up with this, it had became law when she was a baby. The smell depended on your designated class. This had affected her all her life. Her teachers, her classmates […]